Helplessness
Do you know the feeling?
You're sitting on the loo, doing your business and reading a book. It's a good book (Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things) and because you still have a bit of a cold, you keep absentmindedly blowing and wiping your nose with loo roll, down to the last sheet. When it's time to use loo roll for its intended purpose, there's just the cardboard tube left. 'Bother', you think and 'why oh why today, when I've tidied and finally put away the packet of spare rolls into the cupboard so it's not within arm's reach anymore?'
*sigh*
Just a little anecdote for all those of you out there who might feel sad. :o)